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Nov 2015
Spoken mouth
Breath of air taken sword
Peaceful leisure
In finding tongue

Counting backwards
Time elapsing
Frustrating lies but
Why catching hires
Flying spies

Holding onto
What was
Once nice
Fire, flies
Sparks
Ignite

From
Mere- Goodbyes
Written by
Clarissa van Vreden
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